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12Sep

Days In The Blackberries Field

I am not much familiar with painting and roughly speaking, the only time when I draw is during occasional meetings at work, and only if they last long or they are very annoying.
I’m not sure if my master pieces could be called drawings at all, because I usually make some undefined forms that are created by joining geometrical figures without any sense.
Today was one of those meetings, a little uncomfortable I could say, and I think I was pretty upset while it lasted. I don’t know why instead of the usual geometric shapes I started to draw little flowers (I guess that some psychologists would probably have an explanation) but here is what was made as my response to stress. 🙂
What a surprise it was when I saw today’s prompt on CD. Another coincidence? Hmm…

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My dreams are a cruel joke.
They taunt me. Even in my dreams, I’m an idiot who knows he’s about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can’t. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free.
It never works.